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Post by GingerBlues on Jan 21, 2017 21:52:06 GMT -6
Hello Starborn, and welcome to Talori Plot 307: Hit or Myth
Plot Journal | Chapter III Journal | Plot Music
Leader: Kraken Participants: Calypso, Ceto, Miles, Leviathan, Balthier, Auryn, Penderrin Please keep the following in mind!- Posts must be a minimum of 175 words. There is no maximum!- No strict order is enforced, but there must be at least two posts between your own character's.- No god-moding or reading characters' minds (unless your pony is a literal telepath, anyway)
- Always get consent before harming another character!- Your team is precious. Try to interact with everyone. <3- Have fun! Even if your pony isn't. 8'DPrompt:
As the Winter Solstice Celebration comes to a close, you and your fellow rogues have gathered at the Drunken Squid Tavern for drinks, gambling, and the sharing of tales... among other things. While you refuse to partake in the celebrations of the mainland, you still choose to indulge in your own festivities while gathering valuable information for later ventures. Though you may not regularly spend time with rest of the Isles population, some old traditions and habits die hard, even if they have evolved since coming to the Isles. Time of Day: Early Evening Q - Ginger that pun is appalling I hope you're goddamn happy with yourself |
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Post by mariahwhy on Jan 23, 2017 20:08:21 GMT -6
Kraken
It was the first sacrifice in many years that Kraken had not watched. Call it masochism, for him to watch the scheduled amputations that matched his own, and the subsequent murder of his kind, but he enjoyed it. He found it a good practice to fuel his hatred of the Talori - to remind him just what it was that he hated of their culture. Though he bore the mark on his own shoulders at all times, it could be forgotten as a daily part of his life. But this was special. This murder was celebrated. And yet they called him a monster?The old stallion rolled his shoulders to relieve the sensation of his ghost wings that he could not stretch. The scar tissue over them pulled taut, and he shoved a passerby roughly aside as the uncomfortable feeling justified his anger. But he could not bear to watch it this year. While the chosen sacrifice was typically kept secret, the horse was well known this time around. Whether that was simply due to increased curiosity as to whether it would be another child, or whether they had wanted to assuage the populace's worries that it would not be another child, Kraken didn't know. Everyone was "relieved" to hear that it was a grown stallion, but what disturbed Kraken the most was that, so the whispers said, it was a... a volunteer! Thinking of it again made Kraken growl in protest. No one could possibly volunteer for such a thing. No one in their right mind, anyway. This horse had to either have been drugged by that witch that they called the "Divine" or they had been blackmailed. Either way, it was despicable, and Kraken would not take part in such a foul event. He sneered thinking of the stallion's words of "unity and peace" that had passed all the way to the Isles after the sacrifice had concluded. What a load of shit. While he would rather not spend such a revolting day among the equally revolting drunks and poor horses, he was not scheduled to sail for another few days. And he certainly wasn't going to stand around on his boat doing nothing. So it was that he found his hooves had carried him to the Drunken Squid Tavern. It wasn't one of his favorite pubs, but it would do. He scowled out from under his cloak, but the bar's patrons were too drunk to notice him, and he was in no mood to browbeat them. He stalked into the corner, barking at a sloppy couple to evacuate their table. Too preoccupied with each other, they gave up their place easily, and wandered off to seemingly find a more private place. Kraken sneered after them, and called the server over. He was not thirsty, though he figured if there was ever a time to get drunk this would be it. Even when his drink arrived though, it simply sat on the table in front of him and grew warm. His angry thoughts took were all he could focus on, and he stared irritably out at the cheerful crowd around him. (Post 1: 522 words) |
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Post by JourneyHorse on Jan 23, 2017 22:22:05 GMT -6
As a rule, Balthier did not celebrate the Winter Solstice. In fact he wouldn't even have marked its passing, where it not for the fact that he allowed his crew the day off. Well... technically two days as they would be far too hungover tomorrow to be of any use whatsoever. It wasn't that he completely shunned the customs of the Talori, rather he had always found the idea of a sacrifice untasteful and even wasteful. He shrugged, what the Talori did on the mainland was their concern, it would not effect him much out on the sea. Unless it effected his business... then the Rouge would certainly care.
Balthier scowled as he narrowly sidestepped around an oblivious pair of sailors who staggered past, leaving the smell of alcohol in their wake. Give a rouge any reason to party and he will drink himself senseless. The Captain thought with sneer, he really couldn't judge though. He had been just the same in his younger years, and still was on rare occasion.
The sun was beginning to descend and the sea was slowly turning orange, a sign that promised a spectacular sunset. But Balthier didn't give a thought to this, his attention was on the ships as he walked along the wharf. The harbor was uncommonly full due to the celebration. A forest of masts bristled in the evening air with several larger ships towering above the rest. Off to his left a series of angry shouts signaled the beginnings of a brawl. It was never a great idea to have so many lowlifes and fiercely independent ruffians in one place for more than a few days, add high quantities of drink to the picture and things became downright ugly.
After thoroughly re-checking the knots that moored his own ship, Balthier headed away from the waterside in hopes of finding a nearby establishment. A sign reading 'The Drunken Squid' beckoned invitingly and he passed under it, a little begrudgingly as he remembered he wasn't overly fond of this tavern. Inside was just as one would expect, full of drunk horses talking too loudly and smelling of spilled drink. Wonderful. Balthier pushed through those too incoherent to get out of his path to the bar. As he cleared a space for himself at the rough wooden counter he called for a drink. Once served, he took a deep drink. Nothing like cheap ale at the end of the day, he thought sardonically. Among the grinning faces one particularly irritated face in a corner caught Balthier's eye. At least I'm not the only one not on board with this festive occasion.
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Post by silencethewolf on Jan 23, 2017 23:35:27 GMT -6
The mare made her way down the street. She wasn't that fond of the sacrifices, seeing it as something that didn't really concern her. Further more, they tended to sacrifice perfectly good pegasi under the guise that they would be 'reborn'. Given the situation that they had also murdered a child in the last one, she wasn't too pleased about the situation. Rumours had gotten around on the isles that instead there was a volunteer instead this time. What idiot in their right mind would give up their life like that? It just didn't make sense to her. Then she thought grimly for a moment. I wonder if she ever saw them.
Calypso shook her head immediately, getting the thought out of her head. She couldn't think about that, not now. At least one thing that the sacrifices were good for were the amount of people walking in the street. Oh to think of all the valuables that they could be carrying, ripe for the taking! She didn’t have to try that hard to pick pocket a couple people, she had done it so many times that it was simply child’s play. The drunken ones were one of the easiest, staggering around unaware and dazed. She could practically steal their clothes and they wouldn't notice. She snuck around the crowd, getting her hooves on whatever she could find. Rings, necklaces, pendants and wallets were no match for her. It's not like they needed all that valuable stuff right? Soon, she had gotten all that she could and began to make her way towards the side.
Stuffing all the stolen valuables into a bag in her cloak, she stopped in front of a bar. “The drunken squid. That’s a shit name,” she muttered below her breath. Still, it was a good place to go to spend all the excess riches. She had been there once or twice before and the drinks there were somewhat good. The mare entered the bar, the smell of beer and ale clung to the air like a thick fog as rogues drank and bartered. She pulled down her cloak, heading over towards the bar table before sitting down. “Get me an ale, and it better be bloody good.” The bartender filled the cup, tossing it over to her as he finished. She took a sip from the glass before looking around. Hopefully this wasn’t going to be a rough night.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2017 0:01:58 GMT -6
 The Winter Solstice had come. Another pegasi had fallen to the depth of the ocean, wings ripped from his withers and shoves - well, this one had jumped - off a cliff. Supposedly, Cascade had taken him in her arms and traded his broken wings for fins. Did this actually happen? Ceto wasnt sure. The Wave Mother had strange ways and was always unpredictable. But what did she know? The world was rid of one more feathered beast.
This certainly was the time for celebration.
Her ship had been tied securely to the docks, the captain herself checking the knots twice just to make sure. Her ship had floated off once - once - and she was never letting that happen again. Just thinking about it made her flick the tied rope one more time just to make sure. Her hooves swiveled on splintery wood, the evening air catching her fin-lined neck and shoulders. Her tail and banner flowed softly in the breeze, her tentacles flicking with anticipation. Who would have thought she would be so excited to drink.
Her head suddenly whipped around, bright red eyes scanning the horizon as the sun sent orange hues across the ocean. A smile found her maw, lips parted to expose cracked teeth.
"Miles!" She shouted as the rest of her crew bounded off the ship. She had given them the night off, the only condition being their happy asses were back on the ship by noon the next day. The loss of her first mate had left the captain mare jittery and slightly lost. She didnt want to be gone from her ship for long; even this little stop was pushing her nerves.
"Miles, i think we need a drink." She snorted, swiveling again on dancing hooves as she gazed across the docks.
Drunken Squid Tavern.
Ceto had to admit, she had never been there before. She was loyal to her usual bar, The Den, but it seemed as though Drunken Squid was a happening place. Her ears flicked forward with curiosity before she started her way toward the tavern. An ear flicked back to make sure she could hear the steps of Miles behind her, her nerves sky rocketing as she pushed through the door. She was not used to the absence of Dorjan's presence, but her mind replayed the scene at the bar with Miles only a few months ago.
She was safe with him. Together, they were unstoppable. Her nerves calmed.
She entered the place as if she owned it; her head held high, steps deliberate, a smirk on her lips. The tavern was packed with both drunk and sober. Shouts could be heard from the back where a fight was freshening. Drunken slurs and cackling laughter could be heard over the sound of useless conversation. Ceto's ears stayed on a swivel, her bright eyes scanning each and every being in the room.
It was then when her gaze locked on a rather irritated looking fellow.. a familiar fellow. Oh, Kraken, look, it's your day. The mare though to herself, sending the dark captain a wink from across the room. She wasnt sure if he had seen her, but it was the thought that counted.
Placing herself at he bar, Ceto waited for her drink as she turned to scan the crowd once more and wait for Miles to catch up. She only flinched to catch her sliding drink with a flick of her mind and to take a sip.
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Post by leaftail on Jan 24, 2017 14:43:27 GMT -6
 Miles
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It was that time of the year again; a time that Miles had only heard about through whispers on the wind over the years. When he was younger he had only heard of the sacrifices through travelers, and even to this day he had yet to see them in person. He was quite indifferent about the whole thing, but the thought of being chosen left an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach even though he had nothing to worry about. It had been months before when the news came that a filly had been chosen. It had brought chaos to the herd; a chaos Miles had been able to take advantage of. He had work practically handed to him, though as the herd quieted down, so did any easy job.
Cascade seemed to have smiled upon him because within days of having trouble finding any reliable income, he had found a crew to join. He had proven himself worthy in the eyes of a fiery octopus mare and she brought him aboard, in awe of his gift mostly. At least, he was sure that was main reason, but it didn’t bother him. He had a way of life again, one he fell back into comfortably.
He had finished checking inventory below deck as The Huntress was docked, the crew working to tie the ship securely. Everything was set and in place, nothing had gone missing and that was good news. It meant no one was taking things that didn’t belong to them. Miles started up to the deck to bring the good news to his captain when she had called his name. Perking his ears forward, Miles looked for her and found Ceto in mere moments. She wasn’t hard to miss with the fins on her neck and tentacles crawling behind her.
”Miles, I think we need a drink!” she called, and with a small grin, Miles had to agree.
Following his captain off the ship, Miles looked around at the crowded docks. It seemed everyone and their mother had docked at this port due to the festivities. As they made their way through the crowd, Miles took the chance to try and listen to the conversations going around them.
”Did you hear? The pegasus volunteered! Made a whole speech and everythin’. Trying to earn Cascade’s favor, ya think?”
How odd, Miles mused. The pegasus must have been suicidal to want to choose such a death. He shook his head in wonder as he entered the tavern behind Ceto. He watched her as she strutted in, as if she owned the place and he couldn’t help but admire the mare. Whatever she was feeling inside, you couldn’t tell. He knew they had just lost their first mate, and Miles had understood Ceto had been close to him. Little did he know how affected she had been.
The Captain took her place at the bar and Miles was right behind her, taking a place on her right side. He ordered his own drink, and while he waited for it, he couldn’t help but look around. Couldn’t hurt to see who else was sharing the tavern with them, right?
A variety of equines sat around, joking, laughing, arguing, the usual bar folk. Sharing the bar with them was a dark stallion with quite the tattoo on his left foreleg, and a cloaked equine, both minding their own business. With another scan of the place, Miles’ eyes stopped suddenly. In a dark corner sat a very familiar horse. Miles didn’t need to see the scarred shoulders, or sprawling tattoos to recognize his old captain.
Kraken.
His stomach twisted at the sight of the large stallion. Did he remember him? Probably not, hopefully not, and if so…Miles hoped it was on good terms. Not that it mattered now, he was under Ceto and his loyalties were to her and her alone. His drink had come and Miles pulled his gaze from the intimidating stallion to take a large swig.
Oh Cascade, he had a feeling he was going to need more of these.
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Post by mariahwhy on Jan 26, 2017 21:41:25 GMT -6
Kraken
The beer in front of Kraken was all but forgotten, not a drop of it drunk as the captain brooded in the corner. Typically acutely observant of his surroundings (as a rogue you did not survive long if you weren't), he was just about as spaced out as he could get. The din of the bar was little more than a mosquito buzz in his ear, and though his eyes looked out at the crowd they were unseeing. Instead he kept hearing the rumors of the volunteer's words. He kept seeing the last sacrifice he had watched - that little filly. There was no bigger contradiction than these two pegasi, and it drew a fire through Kraken's stomach. You want to murder a child. Fine. But you want to do it and then say that it was done to bridge the gap or unity among the species? At least I will admit that I'm a monster, the black stallion thought with a grimace. What I do is despicable, and I'll admit it. Happy to, even! But what Hawkeye and his little urchins did was just as awful, and they did it with a smile on their face preaching peace and happiness. Wherever I go in the afterlife, all those devout Talorians will go too. The morbid thought cheered him up slightly. While mulling over the appalling practices of the herd he had missed the entrance of many rogues. The sounds and smells in the bar were increasing, and not for the better, and the natural lighting in the bar dimmed and was replaced with the dank, dark glow that tavern lanterns seemed uniquely capable of. While it was not quite sunset yet many of the incoming ships had docked for the night. And as the anchors were set and the ropes tied off, more and more began to stream into the local pubs to relax from a long day of work - or piracy. The captain paid little attention to the influx of rogues, until, all of a sudden, he felt a strange stirring. It was like a ripple after a rock being thrown into a calm pool. Like the one noise you hear in a quiet house in the middle of the night. One little action with an infinite number of consequences. Every nerve in his body tensed, preparing him for what it knew was coming. He could not explain what it was, that so linked them. He did not want to think about it. But he would have known that Ceto now occupied the same room as him even had he been blind and deaf. He turned his head, ever so slowly, to the door. Of all days, of course it would be today that they would randomly take refuge in the same bar. Though, he wondered, perhaps it is not so random, as the gods' designs are complex and unsolvable by mortals... He hoped that their plans involved him finally killing her, though. Kraken had not imagined his revenge would come at the Drunken Squid, or any other pub honestly, but he could get used to the idea of her blood smeared all over the bar. This was the wrong day for you to come for a drink, octopus, he thought. As if reading his mind she turned. Their eyes locked, a knowing gaze passing between them full of more hatred than most could stomach. Her wink did not faze the captain - it was just like her; still young and cocky. His eyes remained on her for only a moment more as she turned to the bar, before he turned them to the horse that followed her. He was surprised not to find the big, yellow stallion following her. He had always been trailing her before, like a remora after a shark. But now she was followed by a younger lad - about as young as Kraken's own first mate he seemed. Kraken twisted his head, eyes shrewd and judging as he looked the young appaloosa over. He knew him... had employed him once, he was sure. The name did not come to him, but the suspicions of his being a hippocampi did. Should have sold him as a slave when I had the chance, he considered. The young stallion apparently was a hippocampi, or Ceto would not have taken him on. Well, he was young. Still plenty of time to live the life of a slave once Kraken had dealt with his new leader. When they made eye contact, Kraken flashed him a look that very clearly said "I know who you are." Let them drink, he thought, biding his time. He sidestepped his table suddenly, vacating it and cutting through the crowd. Many of the other residents were well drunk by now, and cared not to move out of his way fast enough. He shoved them aside, kicking and nipping those too drunk to remember their place. The stallion cut a beeline straight to the opposite end of the bar from the hippocampus captain, and pushed in between two other horses - one he knew as a former business rival, Balthier, the other was a young mare, probably of no consequence. "What a fucking day," he growled to them, not caring if they agreed with his anger over the celebrations or not. "With a sacrifice floating in the water and pegasi having attacked the city again, it sure seems a dangerous time for one of Cascade's precious children to be out and about." He spoke almost conversationally, addressing no one in particular, but he spoke in a voice shaped by the sea, with the ability to carry across the noise of a crowded tavern to the other end of a bar. "Particularly if they have fins." But he was not ready to jump into the fight just yet. There was still a lifetime left for that. Well, his lifetime anyway. The captain glanced briefly at the young, cloaked mare beside him, before turning almost good-naturedly to Balthier. He finally took a moment to look the stallion over. He had never been fond of the other - he had cut into his business after all - but had heard as of late that the younger stallion did not deal with slaves so much anymore. Good. "How is that ship of yours holding up? Still holding up well for all that... fruit... you carry?" he asked, a tone of knowing mockery. (Post 2: 1068 words) |
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Post by JourneyHorse on Jan 28, 2017 20:44:48 GMT -6
It was hard not to notice the mare the moment she walked in, or rather strutted in. He knew of the female captain of course, he'd even seen her around on several occasions. But as far as he could remember he had never formally met Ceto. Which was a shame as he'd heard plenty about her and her ship. Over the rim of his glass he couldn't help but notice the glances that the mare and her blue roan companion cast in the direction of the cloaked stranger Balthier had noticed earlier. On a suspicion he glanced back over his shoulder at the stallion in the corner. He raised an eyebrow in recognition. Well, I'll be a flayed flatfish. This could get interesting.
The enmity between Ceto and Kraken wasn't the most secret thing. Even if one hadn't heard any of the rumors, the look Kraken had given the hippocampus had been downright chilling. Most of the tavern patrons where too drunk to notice the hostility but Balthier caught a glimpse of two sailors as they quickly abandoned their table and left. Even if the captain of the Rancor had wanted to follow them he wasn't able to. For Kraken had practically clawed his way to the bar and wedged himself between Balthier and a mare. He didn't budge an inch as the older stallion shouldered next to him and began to growl about the sacrifice. Kraken didn't seen to be talking to anyone particularity but the way his voice carried made it clear the words where meant for the hippocampus rogue down the bar. With a flick of his mind, Balthier drained his glass. I have a feeling I'm going to need a lot more of these to get through tonight.
At Kraken's knowing query he couldn't help but adopt a fake air of guiltlessness. "She's holding up well, you'd be amazed how much the selling of fruit pays for repairs and other luxuries." Fruit didn't sell for shit and both of them knew it. Balthier curled his lip, a bit of the humor dying in his eyes. "Of course it would sell for a lot more if these younger idiots who call themselves 'Captains' didn't keep offering cheeper prices and product to my buyers." For years, he and the older stallion had been business rivals but nowadays with so much other competition it became a thing of little consequence. Sure, Baltheir doubted the two of them would ever share a drink in friendship, but he didn't utterly despise Kraken, so that was something. Though at the moment he had the feeling the cloaked stallion was looking for trouble, poking the shark... or in this case the octopus.
"You got a load of lovely fruit heading somewhere? Or has that leaky tub of yours finally joined the squid?" Balthier asked with a slight sneer. In a crowded bar such as this it never hurt to keep the details of one's real business to a fruity metaphor. They might all be lawless pirates but that just meant one needed to watch his words even more. In the past Balthier had lost more than one valuable shipment due to some loose tongued crew member with a bit too much liqueur in him. However, tonight he doubted this would be a problem, as the sun had lowered the noise in the tavern had only increased.
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Post by silencethewolf on Jan 30, 2017 3:14:54 GMT -6
The young mare lowered her glass, the ale inside now a mere imprint of what it was before. The slight tipsy tinge of the alcohol stirred on her tongue as she raised her head to look around. The buzz of people and noise only grew as more and more people filtered into the pub. More people equaled more drinking. More drinking equaled more drunks. More drunks meant more coin for her. But then again, she already had all the money that she needed to pay for drinks. To hell with it! She thought as she eyed the tavern for more people to steal from. There was a rogue close to her that could've had something on him. Not drunk, but it shouldn't be that hard to get a couple of coins. Maybe if she could just get close enough. She glanced over towards him, reaching via telekinesis for a coin bag that he had. She was about to grab the bag when she heard footsteps near the entrance and drew back.
She began to turn her attention towards the two rogues that had just walked into the bar. The first one jaunted in with a slight swagger as she made her way in with the second one tailing behind her. Both seemed to be hippocampi too by the looked of it. However, a brooding stallion in the corner of the bar shot a deathly glare across and towards the mare hippocampus. Whatever they had against each other, they better not bloody bring it over to her.
Then, the large horse suddenly began to make his way through the crowded bar. He was tattooed with strange, squid-like markings. She swore that she heard of someone who fit his description near perfectly, but couldn't really remember. He pushed in between herself and the rogue that she had intended to steal from. Watch it you fat fucking whale. She growled with annoyance and bitterness at the stallion. It was one thing to walk past her going on with your business, but it was another to push past her. While the two scenarios wouldn't have been so different to a regular person, she felt infuriated at the mere situation. She turned back over towards the other one. Maybe she could still get that little coin purse of his.
She pulled down her hood further, trying to hide what she was trying to attempt. They couldn't just go undoing her work in an instant could they? The mare grabbed a hold of the small thing swiftly and quietly before hastily stuffing it into her cloak with ease. Avoiding suspicion, she decided to have another drink and called over the bartender. She took a sip from the refilled glass before spying on the hippocampi again. Maybe she could get something from them as well.
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Post by GingerBlues on Jan 31, 2017 23:48:39 GMT -6
 As you sit around drinking your drinks, engaging in conversation (civil or not) and continue going about your rogue-ish business, a sound like thunder rings out through the tavern accompanied by a bright flash. It’s enough to mess with your senses and you find yourself having some difficulty to regain your bearings. As you look about the now all too quiet tavern, you notice something lying in the center of the room. Upon closer inspection you can make out the form of two equines, both covered in scales with twin antlers sprouting from their heads… they are both kirins. |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 2, 2017 16:29:20 GMT -6
The moment her gaze locked with the Kraken, her blood had run cold. A shiver ran down her spine, her heart skipping a beat. They shared poison between their glances, both wishing each other dead, before Ceto cracked a lopsided smirk and sent him a wink. Having turned back to the bar, she shoved her muzzle into her drink, her ears flicking to the side as Miles came up beside her and ordered his own drink. The mare gave a good look around the bar, feeling cold stares on her sooty coat. She was a hippocampus out on the day of a sacrifice; it was to be expected. Its not like she didnt enjoy the attention anyways.
Her narrowed gaze followed Kraken as he made his way to the opposite side of the bar, shoving his way between two others. The red mare's brow furrowed as she tried to study the other two strangers from across the room, starting first with the dark coated stallion. She recognized him, but did not know his name. She had seen him from time to time, mostly on the docks. His ship was impressive, though she often rolled her eyes at the sight of black sails. They were hardly classy; almost as if he was trying too hard to be intimidating.
Licking her lips, she shifted her attention to the cloaked mare on the other side of her enemy, though the presence of the cloth made it difficult for her to identify the rogue. She noticed a few silver strands of hair sticking out from under the cloak, but that was the best she was going to get. Ceto pulled her drink to her lips, her gaze fixated on the cloaked figure. They seemed to be moving.. slowly.. but then suddenly struck out with a quick grasp and pulled a small coin purse from her dark neighbor. Ceto found herself chuckling softly at the thief, but took a mental note to keep an eye on that one.
Just as she was about to open her mouth to inform Miles of the thief, the sound of thunder rumbled through the bar. At first, it didnt seem troublesome, until a large flash of light shot through the bar. Ceto dropped her drink in surprise, squeezing her eyes shut as she tried to duck her head away from the blinding light. Soon, everything was quiet.. a little too quiet. The captain's ears rang, her eyes stung, spots danced in her vision.
What the hell...
Her vision slowly returned as she blinked quickly, the fins stretched down her neck dancing as she shook her head. Two figures seemed to be lying on the ground, but these two were.. different. They were not some drunken fool who fell in surprise, or got knocked out in a scuffle, they were...
Shaking her head in disbelief, Ceto pushed herself off her place on the bar and stumbled toward them in the center of the room, drawing her sword from her side and holding it close. Intricate antlers protruded from their heads, their pelts littered in shimmering scales; cloven hooves, long tails.. these were..
"Fucking Kirins." The mare hissed, disbelief in her tone, but disgust in her gaze. Such distasteful creatures, creatures of fire. Hadnt they all been destroyed? Her brow furrowed as she dipped her head down, slowly inching closer to the antlered beings. WC: 563 | Post #2 |
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Post by leaftail on Feb 2, 2017 17:53:09 GMT -6
Miles
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Chugging down the last bit of warm liquid, Miles ordered another one just as Kraken left his spot and took a spot on the other side of the bar. It was almost as if he had wanted to be seen, to let Ceto and Miles know he was there, watching them just as much as they were watching him. The look Miles had gotten in return just moments before had chilled him to the bone. Just as he figured, Kraken remembered who he was. His second drink had come just as the large stallion started to hold a conversation with the two equines seated next to him. Miles tried his best to focus on drowning in his own business, to ignore everything and everyone but Ceto, but his ear flicked quickly towards the conversation as ”fins” drifted out of his old captain’s lips.
The conversation switched quickly, as Kraken went on to ask the tattooed stallion beside him some nonsense about business, leaving Miles to once again attempt to tune them out. He had no need to listen to the two of them go on about whatever business they dealt in, but movement caught his eye coming from the hooded figure on the other side of Kraken. He couldn’t pick up what they were up to, as he didn’t have as clear of a view as Ceto did, but the cloak moved as if a breeze picked it up before the figure settled back down for another drink. Lifting a brow, he turned to Ceto to say something just as something that sounded like thunder rumbled in the bar.
”What the…” he started, before a flash of light stole the vision from his eyes.
There were a few cries from some of the patrons and a lot of cursing, though Miles jumped into a defensive position, reaching out with his gift. He reached for various liquid substances and gathered them to him. As his vision came back, ever so slowly and in patches of color, the mixture of alcohol and water arched in front of him, stretched thin, rocking gently back and forth. He stood close to Ceto, intent on attacking anything that tried to go after his captain. Though, it wasn’t needed as she moved from the bar, albeit a bit unsteady more from the sudden flash of light than her drink, and drew her sword. Miles stepped to the side to let her through, though kept his guard up. He shot a glance at the others before looking back at where the noise and light had come from.
”Fucking Kirins…”
Miles blinked and with slow steps made his way onto the right side of Ceto. He kept the water arch up as he looked down at the two forms lying on the ground. At first, he couldn’t believe what he was seeing and he had to blink a few times just to make sure his vision was indeed not fooling him. But, as he came to the realization that they were real his chest tightened. He had only heard of kirins through stories told in the orphanage and to see one in person was a little unsettling.
Ceto slowly started to move closer to the two kirins, though Miles held back. He would jump to her defense if need be, but he knew she could also take care of herself. He took a deep breath and readied himself, planting his hooves firmly to the ground and splitting the water arch into two orbs that sat on either side of him. While he waited, he took stock of all the spills in the bar, just in case he needed more ammo.
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Post by GingerBlues on Feb 3, 2017 15:01:26 GMT -6
Penderrin And just one mistake
Is all it will take
We'll go down in history
Remember me for centuriesThe stallions eyes shot open as he gasped for breath. What had happened? He glanced around, still unmoving as he tried to take in his surroundings, to understand what was going on...yet, there was nothing. His mind felt as if it was filled with a dense fog, preventing him from searching his memories.
Slowly, he picked up his scaled head, looking around at the many faces that now surrounded him. None were familiar, save the one who was crumpled up at his side. Standing to his feet, the striped kirin coughed, as if clearing his lungs from decades of ash and dust. His lungs burned as he inhaled the salty sea air.
Looking around the room, he could tell he was in some sort of drinking establishment, but it didn't appear to be Aodhian by any stretch of the imagination. In fact, as he looked around, he realized no one here looked Aodhian. Besides himself and his companion, there wasn't a kirin in sight. Penderrin's legs shook softly as he tried to continue standing. What was going on?
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Post by DawnsComing on Feb 3, 2017 18:32:59 GMT -6
Auryn
His head pounded as voices began to fade into consciousness, ears ringing with a shrill tone like a knife against glass. As Auryn's eye's blinked open he felt the warmth at his side disappear and cool air touch his pelt. A body? It must have been the heat of a body that had kept him warm for so long. Ears flicked as the stallion lifted his head to look where the missing warmth had gone, red stripes catching sweeping past his view as his partner rose on cloven hooves. And then the word came back to him, his surroundings suddenly realized to be unfamiliar and strange.
"What-" a furrowed gaze scanned the area, catching the stares from those that stood around what he could only guess was a tavern. It hit him so quickly, the realization that he didn't know where he was? Who HE was? How could that be? A feeling deep inside told him he should know, he ought to know of his life before this moment. A life he must have lived...right? Or had he?
The pain returned, pounding between the horns that sprouted from his scaly head. A simple shake would subside it to a a dull ache but threatened to return all too soon. Carefully, Auryn found his hooves lifting the dead weight that was his own body. It felt almost surreal to be alive, as if this was his first step as a newborn foal; legs shaky and weak as they struggled to lift him. But it was finally done and soon he found the warmth that had once touched his pelt return as he stood side by side with the only familiar thing in this blasted world: Penderrin. What a god-save it was to have something his mind could hold onto.
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Post by mariahwhy on Feb 3, 2017 21:01:40 GMT -6
Kraken
Kraken chuckled despite himself. Though he would certainly not consider anyone a friend, it was nice to have a conversation with a like-minded horse every now and then. But no more often, as one in their profession could not risk familiarity. And just as he could not get allow himself too much comfort with this rogue, he could not allow himself to forget the one across the bar. But feigning ignorance was easy enough. "Aye," he answered. "Don't worry. My ship will always be on the sea. There's always someone out there who will pay the right price for my goods." A wry smile spread across his face. A slight movement from the cloaked rogue on his other side caught his eye, but he was too late to catch what she had done. Her cloak settled back into place around her, and he narrowed his eyes openly at her. In a bar such as this any subtle movement was proof for suspicion. But she simply ignored them, and ordered another drink. "Watch yourself, mare," he growled. She couldn't try anything on him, as he never carried money with him to the pubs. The bartenders knew - and had no choice but to agree to the arrangement - that he would settle up with them later. Money would be sent with some stranger and a coded message. Still, he rather disliked the idea of some urchin spying around for any goods he carried. He frowned at her, and turned back to Balthier. His vision crossed discreetly over Ceto, constantly noting her position and focus. Just as he opened his mouth to say something else to the stallion, thunder rumbled. He looked up at the ceiling, but had no chance to even wonder about the source before a blinding light flared in the room. Though the focal point was almost behind him, it was bright enough that his vision was swept away, replaced by darkness, and slowly dots of color. He stamped his feet in attempt to ground himself, suddenly as disoriented as a young horse trying to gain his sea-legs. Kraken cursed loudly, the exclamation echoing about the room. With nostrils flaring, trying to suck in air to clear his head, he blinked rapidly. Thoughts came racing in, the first one being that this was a trick of Ceto's. Light or electricity manipulation... neither seemed like gifts that would belong to a beast of the sea. The captain shook his head, trying to find Ceto in the room to determine her place in all this. Spots of light still clouded his vision, but he could at least make her out, and she looked as disoriented as he felt. So maybe someone else. He looked around, still blinking hard, but instead found something he would never have expected. It was the scales he noticed first. They gleamed in the lantern light like polished stone. He wondered if perhaps his head was still swimming, and was ashamed to have been so thoroughly unhinged as if he was a colt experiencing his first hangover. But as his eyes moved over the prone bodies they caught sight of the antlers, and he suddenly felt as if he was jumped into the icy waters of the northern sea. Kirins. He threw his head down immediately, chin touching his chest in an old gesture of genuflection. Silently his lips began to move, uttering a quick prayer to Ignacio. The Fire God was perhaps the one he least prayed to, but it was always good to have him on your side when ships were so prone to fire. And apparently for when the god's children suddenly popped out of thin air. Prayer finished, he looked back up in time to see Ceto moving towards the unusual pair. With a flash of light as sudden as the kirins appearance he drew his sword. "Take one more step towards them and I'll be serving those tentacles of yours on a plate." He did not know what she was planning, but these were kirins. Until this very moment they had been considered extinct. There was no doubt that these creatures were precious individuals, and whoever controlled them would have the upper hand among much of the land. He had to claim his spoils while he could. It certainly wouldn't be easy in a bar full of horses known to take the upper hand when they could, but he would die trying. There had never been an opportunity for fame and fortune like this before, and the power he would hold over Emporor Hawkeye was satisfying to fantasize. The striped kirin began to stand, and he turned upon it. It shook upon its cloven hooves, and Kraken felt both disappointment in its apparent weakness and pride in that he felt that these mythical beasts could easily be bested. "Where have you come from?" he questioned, not caring enough to ask its name. (Post 3 | 818 words) |
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Post by JourneyHorse on Feb 5, 2017 20:43:27 GMT -6
Balthier
The loud peal of thunder was such an unexpected sound, not because storms where uncommon out here, but because Balthier could have sworn there hadn't been a single cloud in the sky when he had entered the tavern. The painfully bright flash of light that followed the thunder was just as confounding. It seemed wrong, unnatural and it seemed to have come from inside the tavern. Balthier swore as the sudden flash of brilliance blinded his eyes. He turned about, placing his back to the bar, if this was some sort of attack at least he could be protected from that direction. But the lightning, if it could be called that, brought no battle cries with it. Just a clamor of swearing and the shattering of glass as several patrons knocked over their glasses in blind confusion. Balthier added his own lengthy and well crafted swear to the noise as if that would help his eyesight return swifter. Slowly like shreds of dark mist fading away, the dark spots clouding his vision began to vanish. He blinked to adjust his eyes, the tavern seemed much darker now. Except for the two shapes laying in the middle of the room. At first Baltheir couldn't place them, their curving horns and scales seemed alien in this rough salt ridden atmosphere. They were Kirins. Almost instinctively he bared his teeth, this had to be some sort of trick. These were Kirins, Children of the Fire God. For his part Balthier wanted nothing to do with Ignacio or his Kirins which were supposed to be extinct. He glanced around to make sure he wasn't the only one seeing this. The rest of the tavern had fallen silent and he noticed Ceto had moved towards them, sword drawn. He watched in stunned silence as the Kirins slowly rose to their cloven hooves. The lantern light sparking off their scales. Moments later Kraken's harsh voice cut through the hush. Balthier cast a glance in the other's direction. What makes him so eager to defend these creatures? Or, does he simply wish to spite Ceto? He wondered. For now he was willing to let the other two captains take the lead, he still suspected a trick. What other reason would two of these creatures suddenly appear in a tavern on the eve of the Solstice Celebration? As he processed this sudden turn of events he noticed the familiar weight of his coin purse was not at his side. He glanced around in annoyance. What a wonderful fucking time for someone to do some petty thievery. He caught sight of the cloaked mare, aside from Kraken she had been the only one close enough to him to snatch his purse. He gave her a tremendous scowl which he often used on unruly sailors. Then with a growl he turned back to the center of the room. There where more important matters at hand, as long as the mare didn't slip out of the tavern he could always confront her later. posts:3 words: 503 |
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Post by silencethewolf on Feb 6, 2017 3:35:56 GMT -6
She eyed the hippocampi pair subtly with interest. As long as she could just get close enough she could possibly be able to get something. She moved her leg forward, about to rise up from where she was seated before she heard the cloaked, squid-marked stallion say something. She didn't catch on to what he said however, and pondered it for a bit. Then, she thought about something. Shit, was she really that bloody obvious in getting the damn thing? She must've accidentally made a slip up or a poor move to have someone notice her. Oh well, as long as she stayed out of his way she should be okay.
The young mare perked her ears. She could swear that she heard. Thunder? But there wasn't any-
"SWEET CASCADE, HOLY FUCKING SHIT!"
A split second later she was spooked by a blinding flash of light that exploded in the tavern. She swore loudly, the phrase slightly high in pitch and sounding like something in between a scream and a yell. She shook her head, dazed. There was no sound for a brief moment as all she heard was ringing in her ears. Her blurred vision began to clear as the scene began to fold around her. The mare had found herself a leap away from the spot where she had been seating and on top of someone's table. The person in question (thankfully) was drunk and didn't seem to be in one bit conscious. Her hood had been taken off of her head, exposing silver hair and green eyes that scanned the room. The glass that she had been drinking from was smashed to pieces onto the ground. The rum began to seep through into the floor. Cautiously, she began to feel through her cloak before breathing a sigh of relief. Everything that she had was still there with her.
She stared at the middle of the bar, astonished and shocked at what lay before her. The antlers were what popped out to her first. Intricate and entwining, far more complex than any unicorns' could ever be. Then it was their scales. This couldn't be happening, her drink must've been contaminated. She could swear that she was tripping but it seemed all too. Real. Fucking kirins, She heard the squid-marked horse say. So it wasn't just her. She stared gaping at them, dumbstruck and in awe of their mere existence. They couldn't be there, they were extinct. All the stories, the Gods' War. They had been killed yet, here they were in the flesh. She glanced as the hippocampi mare stepped forward with a sword before being intercepted by that stallion again."You're- you're not supposed to exist," Calypso muttered softly, looking at the green-scaled one that lay on the ground. If this was some sort of trick, then by the sea goddess herself she would personally murder the asshole who orchestrated this.
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Post by leaftail on Feb 12, 2017 6:27:37 GMT -6
Miles
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Both of the kirins started to stir, reminding the hippocampus to keep his guard up. They both seemed weary and as if they were waking up from a long slumber. They looked confused, though when they locked eyes with one another Miles watched recognition flow between the two of them. Even more reason to keep an eye on them, it seemed. The water orbs next to him swirled slowly as he steadied his breathing and waited for a command from his captain, but a sound drew his ears back. A sword had been drawn and a harsh voice called out.
’Take one more step towards them and I’ll be serving those tentacles of yours on a plate.’
Miles moved quickly between Ceto and Kraken, the orbs swirling a little faster at the sudden threat. Kraken wasn’t a rogue to deal with lightly, he knew this, but Miles would face the giant horse with everything he had if need be and he almost dared the older horse, or the other two, who seemed to be staying back and out of the way for now, to try anything funny.
Instead, Kraken just stood where he was, sword drawn and asked one of the kirins where they had come from. If the dazed looks hadn’t given it away, Miles was pretty sure they didn’t know their lefts from their rights and probably wouldn’t have a real answer to give to the tattooed horse. He was curious, too, though he really wanted to know what Ceto wanted to do with them. In this world, anything was possible. Post: 3 | Words: 263 |
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Post by GingerBlues on Feb 12, 2017 15:48:29 GMT -6
Penderrin And just one mistake
Is all it will take
We'll go down in history
Remember me for centuries The stallion looked about the room, taking in strange faces each filled with emotions ranging from disbelief to disgust. His legs felt weak as he stood on them, but he could feel his strength growing every moment, even if his mind felt as if it was battling through the thickest fog. His memories were all but gone. Glimpses of home, his family, Auryn- they were all he had.
He glanced at Auryn who now stood beside him. His dearest companion and lover. His voice. Penderrin nodded slightly at the recollection, pressing his shoulder against his companion's ever so slightly. He could only hope Auryn was still capable of understanding him...
The striped stallion's mind reeled as the rogues cursed and threatened eachother, the words familiar but their dialect and accent strange and foreign. 'Oh keeper of the light and flame, why have you brought us here?' He wondered, a silent prayer to his god as the tension in the room grew. The scales covering his body slowly shifting to an orange hue as anxiety began creeping up on him, his eyes darting to the dark stallion as he spoke to them,
"Where have you come from?"
That single question was more upsetting to Penderrin than any other. Where had he come from? He didn't know. He tried to sift though his memory, but it was mostly just flashes or nothing at all. There was hardly any substance to latch onto, and nothing concrete to answer the rogue's question with. All he knew for sure was that he was not in Valore, and that he needed to get home.
Straightening himself, Penderrin stood with his head held high. He scanned the room quickly for a pen and paper, but to no avail. Sighing heavily, he faced the rogue who had addressed them. Shaking his head no, he pawed the ground slightly, attempting to convey his own confusion at what had just taken place.
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Post by mariahwhy on Feb 20, 2017 15:36:09 GMT -6
Kraken ignored the orbs of water floating around Ceto's first mate. He was not afraid of the young stallion - water only scared him when he was surrounded by miles of it. He did turn his ears to the previously cloaked mare and her exclamation, but he did not turn to look at her. He didn't look at anything other than the kirins. He had an unsettling feeling that if he took his eyes from them they might once again disappear into in myth. And he couldn't dare have anyone snatch them from under his nose. Power was so close at hoof - he just had to stall long enough to figure out how to get them on his ship and away from every other rogue here. He would be the first, and possibly only, rogue to ever possess kirin slaves. With the price he'd put on their heads he'd never have to work again.
But every second that passed was steeped in more and more disappointment. They seemed scared and confused, nothing like the powerful, commanding creatures of lore. The paint still did not seem to register them. The other - strangely a zorse, which Kraken had never imagined as a kirin - did finally look over in response to his words. Kraken's eyes widened as the scales changed color. He did not know what that could mean, and he had to stop himself from taking a step backward as he wondered if it could mean some sort of defense was coming. But still the kirin did not speak. It simply shook its head, and pawed the wooden floor of the tavern. Outrage was beginning build inside of the captain, in response to his own confusion and the kirins' seeming non-compliance.
"You," he said, addressing the paint kirin, and taking a step forward in an attempt at intimidation. "Answer me! Why are you here?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2017 21:37:16 GMT -6
The mare's gaze flickered as the tentacle-tattooed captain stepped up beside her and drew his own sword, threatening her with venom dripping from her tone. Her teeth gritted together, eyes narrowing to mere slits as her own tentacles flicked behind her with irritation. She had been the first to the strange horned beasts. For all she cared, they were hers. She had dibs. She opened her mouth to speak, but Miles had stepped between her and the dark stallion. She stood quietly, her gaze flickering to Miles as she tried to decide if it was worth a fight.
Letting out a sigh, she pushed her sword back to her side.
No, it was not worth it.. yet.
However, that didnt stop the young mare from turning a lip toward the older captain when his attention turned from her to the two kirins. A smirk found her lips as she took a step forward, watching Kraken from the corner of her eye as he asked the two ancient devils where they had come from. More rogues had come to investigate, making Ceto feel rather uneasy.
She took a half step forward as one kirin rose, her attention turning back toward Kraken as he demanded his answer, her gaze narrowing. They had better speak soon or this whole bar would be in an outrage. Word Count: 222 | Post #3 |
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Post by JourneyHorse on Feb 21, 2017 22:21:44 GMT -6
Balthier
The rooms was charged, everyone watching and waiting to see what everyone else would do next. Balthier remained at his spot at the bar, a little behind both Ceto, her first mate and Kraken. He had watched their confrontation eagerly and with no intentions of joining either side. If they had chosen to fight it would have been a perfect chance for him to act and snatch away one of the kirins before anyone noticed. But alas, it seemed the two other captains would forestall spilling each other's blood for a while longer. Balthier allowed himself a moment to imaging what it would be like to steal and sell a kirin, nowadays he didn't like taking slaves on a regular basis but he would certainly make a exception for a kirin. And now that he thought about it, the task of hustling one of them aboard his ship didn't appear too difficult. The kirins seemed so bewildered by their present situation they couldn't even speak much less fight back. No, it wasn't the kirins who he needed to worry about, it was the half dozen other rogues who where sober enough to do the math and realize what a profitable opportunity stood before them. Damn these avaricious bastards. Bathier thought, not considering the fact that he was just as materialistic as the rest of them. He watched with keen eyes as the stripped kirin shook his head at Kraken's question. Clearly no amount of shouting or bluster was going to produce any results. "One wonders if the little scaled beasties can speak? Perhaps their tongues remain bound in whatever magic hid them from us in the first place." He said offering his opinion on the matter. Whether anyone bothered to listen was of no concern to him. He did however wish to know perhaps why these kirins had showed up here of all places and he wanted to know it before one of the gathered pirates decided to nab one for themselves and turn this entire scene ugly. post:4 words: 340 |
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Post by manabuns on Feb 27, 2017 11:16:00 GMT -6
The sacrifices always left an unsavory taste in his mouth, while it stoked the hatred deep in his belly and it made damn good fodder to feed his crew mates, this year he sought to take time out away from such joyous festivities. His thoughts momentarily turned to softer pastures, or as soft as any Stallion like him could muster. His meek and timid mother who had whispered acidic words in his ears about those that would see her kind clipped and shamed, drowned and reborn from the Sea Witches good grace. The pale ship stayed anchored in the dead bay with her rugged and wild crew, rocked gently by the rolling tide with it's equally ghostly captain at the helm, grumbled commands snapped and barked to his second to be echoed in the whistling wind.
'C'mon Cap'n, lets at least get our bellies full of somethin' good. If those fish get to celebrate, why can't we?' A reddened eye cast an acknowledging glance at the stallion to his right. 'Aye, we can celebrate our good fortune.' Another echoed, and finally the captain rumbled out a noise of agreement. No point in sitting aboard the ship when there were plenty of taverns celebrating the good graces and good fortune, let it not be said that the captain never rose to the occasion. "Alright boys, keep it clean, no bodies on m'ship, no wenches either. I'll drown ya myself in a blood ritual if I have to drag yer hides back 'ere come mornin'." They disembarked with their usual bluster, hollering as they split into groups and disappeared into their taverns of choice. Familiar voices and faces soon vanished entirely, leaving their captain to his own devices. A nondescript tune is his preferred company as he sauntered along the damp planks and cobbled streets, seeking out one of his lesser haunts. Filled with good ale and questionably good company, but it did him right and with each step his bluster and mirth whipped around his insides like roiling waves.
Leviathan hardly had his hoof in the door when the disorientating crack whipped his ears flat back against his poll, the bright flash assaulting his crimson gaze from the smudged windows of the tavern. He staggered in, furiously blinking to rid himself of the white spots invading his vision, scarred face caught between amusement and disgruntled annoyance at being blindsided. "Alright lads! which one of y'turned on the fireworks early, I'll have ye—" He didn't quite get to finish his raucous inquiry, whatever good mirth he had drained at the sight in front of him. "By Ignacio's scaley ass." He barked, nostrils flared as he trudged his imposing frame forward, chipped and cracked hooves clattering off of the worn floorboards. Vaguely, the chewed remains of his ear flicked toward the tail end of the question another rogue had fired off but his mind is elsewhere. Kirins, there were kirins. Were there more? Seemed logical to the scarred stallion, but that was besides the point. "Anyone wanna tell me why we've got some scalies in 'ere?"
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Post by DawnsComing on Feb 27, 2017 12:39:18 GMT -6
Auryn
As one of the rogues moved closer, Auryn noticed the shine of their sword pointed in his direction. It was certainly enough to clear his head of the troublesome questions that still lingered about himself and the predicament he found himself in. The past would not change in the moments while they stood here, staring down the hungry looks of the rogues that inched ever closer. But all too quickly, they began to fight among themselves. Rogues, if Auryn remember correctly, only ever cared for what would place a shard in their pocket.
A light bump from Penderrin's shoulder brought back a subtle memory and quickly, the stallion's head turned to meet his partners eyes. That was right! How could he have forgotten something so important? Well, he had forgotten many things but he had been sure his mind was clear when it came to his partner.
"You, answer me! Why are you here?!"
The shout came from one of their approachers; a dark and wide horse with broad shoulders. His hide was littered with tattoos that seemed to be of tentacles and a scar that dug its way across his nose. Auryn brow furrowed again, slightly adjusting himself to inch in front of Penderrin whose scales glittered as they moved to a dark orange. No matter what these rouges were planning, he would not allow them to touch the zonkey. They would not take his love away from him as the cost of his very life.
"There is no better way to put this," Auryn own voice surprised him, its tone and strength far different than he had imagined. His mouth and throat were dry, leaving his words taught and strained as he spoke. A soft cough was all he could do to clear it away as he was sure none of these bystanders were interesting in offering him a glass of water. "But we honestly have no idea. By the Lord Ignacio's will, is the best explanation I have for you. We are Kin of Val-"
The tavern door swung open then, revealing a pale scared stallion who seemingly had little idea of what he was walking into. The room grew silent again, until he spoke with a loud clear voice before eye's came to rest on Auryn's own scaly form. Things were getting dangerous here and Auryn knew he needed to find a way to get him and Penderrin out in one piece.
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Post by silencethewolf on Feb 28, 2017 3:53:13 GMT -6
Calypso stared around the room. Tension clung to the air like a thick cloud of smoke as she eagerly awaited what the kirins and the other horses would do. She wondered if the tattooed stallion and that mare have a go at each other. That would be a sight that she would've liked to see. She stared at the group, before she heard a kirin speak. It was the one that she had just been staring at moments before.
'But we honestly have no idea. By the Lord Ignacio's will, is the best explanation I have for you.'
She pinned her ears back, she still had her doubts about them. Come to think of it, the entire situation to her felt fishy and strange. The tavern, the lightning, the kirins especially, something just seemed off about it to her. However, there was a feeling in her gut that maybe they were telling the truth. As he began to speak the next sentence, the tavern door swung open as another group of equines began to walk in. Oh for fuck's sake, she thought impatiently and annoyed. She turned her neck and eyed the one that stood at the door. The tavern became silent, the attention falling on the horse at the door. Calypso's voice struck out against the crowd.
"Welcome to the fucking party," She spoke sarcastically as she addressed the stallion.
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Post by GingerBlues on Feb 28, 2017 18:05:10 GMT -6
Penderrin And just one mistake
Is all it will take
We'll go down in history
Remember me for centuries Penderrin's fear slowly morphed into anger as the large dark stallion took another step towards him and Auryn, demanding an answer. His scales began shifting to a bright shade green as he took his own step forward, blocking the dark one's path to his partner.
"One wonders if the little scaled beasties can speak? Perhaps their tongues remain bound in whatever magic hid them from us in the first place." Another stranger spoke up, belittling the mighty kirins once more. The Lord of the Flames would not be pleased with these lesser creatures making such assumptions. It angered Penderrin that these equines had so little respect for not only kirin kind, but their creator as well.
For a brief moment, he thought about making a mad dash towards the kitchen. The familiar smell of head and steam enticing him to light the whole place up. Which it burn to the ground until all that remained was ash. His muscles tensed as he prepared to leap forward, only to be stopped by the ever soothing sound of Auryn's voice.
"There is no better way to put this," Penderrin let out a mild sigh of relief as the painted kirin began speaking, licking his large ears back to listen to what Auryn decided to say. "But we honestly have no idea. By the Lord Ignacio's will, is the best explanation I have for you. We are Kin of Val-"
The striped kirin flicked his ears back flat against his neck as the tavern door swung open to reveal a large pale colored stallion. "Anyone wanna tell me why we've got some scalies in 'ere?" The stallion's voice rang out through the bar and Penderrin found himself glaring at the newest member of this disrespectful lot. Stamping the ground angerly, he glanced toward Auryn, then towards the door and back at the painted kirin once again. He wanted to get out of there. These creatures were not to be trusted and getting back home was of the utmost importance....
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It's obvious that the Kirins know as little as you do, and are growing just as impatient with the situation. Will you attempt to work together and capture the strange equines to use as leverage later? Will you each try to enforce your own agenda? Will you try to help these odd creatures in hopes of a boon from the Valorian king? The choice is yours and yours alone, but act quickly, no opportunity sticks around forever.
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Post by manabuns on Mar 1, 2017 5:49:50 GMT -6
Welcome to the fucking party. Leviathan's muzzle wrinkled as he shot the mare an irritated glance. It was smoothed over after a moment, to one many would wear when the gears of their mind began to shift. "What can I say, lass, I like to be fashionably late." He muttered as an afterthought, a dramatic flick of what was left of his ruined ear scraps flapped listlessly along to his words. Pink lips pulled into the briefest hint of a smirk, it mattered little to him if he garnered the entire attention of the tavern, any other evening he might have been flattered to pull the attention away from something as fortuitous as Kirins, for good or for ill.
Either way, this wasn't just another day. They had fallen into a rather precarious point in the world, one where money talked louder than morals. Levi had caught up with what many would of been thinking in this situation. The money and the favor one could earn for bagging one of the scaled equines aboard their ship was worth betting everything in all in. Didn't that sound oh so charming right now, a cracked hoof rolled onto it's point as an equally disfigured limb shifted it's weight. The look of a stallion calculating odds, evens and his cards.
"So, Ladies. Gentlemen." His words are punctuated, slow as crimson pools flicked to different faces and then swung his great scarred head back to the Kirins. The rest of the sentence he feels, doesn't need to be punctuated. It's heavily scented in the air, threaded in the undercurrents of the mounting tension. The wicked glint which loomed from underneath pale lashes and a sharp stare. What shall we do with them?
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Post by mariahwhy on Mar 2, 2017 12:01:45 GMT -6
Kraken felt a marvelous, blood-thirsty thrill as the kirins stood firm in front of him, each doing their best to protect the other. He would almost love to fight them, because who else could say they had fought a kirin before. But obviously that would be a big waste. His ears turned to Balthier's words, but his eyes would not budge from the creatures before him. He hated to admit that the other dark stallion might be right. They certainly showed little sign of comprehension so far, either of their surroundings or the words spoken to them. Without talking to them, though, it would be hard to figure out what the most profitable course of action might be. He frowned, mind working to come up with some solution not only to understand their presence, but also as to how he would extract them from under the noses of the tavern's other patrons. But suddenly, a raspy voice piped up directly in front of him. It was almost more surprising than the kirin's appearance itself. Kraken made himself ignore the shock though, and listen intently to each word. He hung on to each, hoping for that one bit of information that might allude to their weakness, but just as he felt the kirin was about to spill something valuable, a piercing yell cut through the silence.
Kraken wasn't even startled, completely used to the abrupt entrances that were common among rogues. This one was just a lot more inconvenient, and he rolled his eyes to the ceiling as everyone turned to look at the newcomer. Belatedly he turned his head to send a piercing glare at the interruption. He didn't know the stallions name, but recognized the coat: that all-white hide was easily recognizable. He gave him a once over, then returned to the kirins, letting the pale stallion's words hang over the mob. He caught the zonkey kirin's movements towards the other, his own yellow eyes glancing from each to the door. They wanted out - there was no doubt about that, and surely any of the rogues around here could pick up on that. Even the ones that were hammered. But they'd never make it out on their own.
"Valore was your home, correct? I travel there quite often, and I even know Princess Lilith, the aunt of the king, personally." Calling her a princess now days was just as much of a stretch as saying he knew her personally. Well, sex was pretty personal, anyway. And these kirins presumably wouldn't know the state of Aodh currently. They would have no clue who the current king, queen, prince, or princess might be. And he'd use that to his advantage. "Perhaps I could return you to Aodh."
"Besides..." he glanced about the room to the other rogues, unsure about his next piece of information. It had been a rumour, and he had taken it as such. Kraken had never believed the validity of it, disregarding it as a drunken lie among the gutter rats. But seeing these two in front of him... this was a risk, giving up perhaps his most valuable pawn, but it might be the only way to get them to believe he was the most knowledgeable of the scoundrels surrounding them. "There is currently a kirin foal residing at Hearthstone Palace. Lilith's own filly. I could take you to them quickly and easily. No one dares stop me." The last was a boastful threat to the others listening. Let them try to take these kirins from his own purse.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 2, 2017 14:45:26 GMT -6
The mare’s attention was stolen for a brief moment as a rather pale stallion entered the pub, scars littering his pearly coat. Her ears flattened as he spoke, her muscles growing tense. Great, another rogue to compete against. Her gaze shifted to Miles, brow quirked. Well, at least she had a teammate. The Kirins then spoke, finally answering Kraken’s question. Ceto licked her lips as her mind immediately started spinning. From Valore? Made sense. She hated the pompous herd of Aodh, but these two were a good reason to suck up her pride and take a little visit.. if she could get her hooves on them, that was.
It was then that Kraken spoke, his deep voice ringing in her ears. Immediately, the mare let out a laugh, flicking her head in his direction, her finned mane dancing from the movement.
“Oh, he’ll getchya there alright.. in chains.” She replied, narrowing her eyes and finding Kraken’s steely gaze with her own. “Dont let this snake fool ya, he’ll march ya right back to Aodh and sell ya as a slave. Good money, ye’d be.” She huffed, allowing a brief moment of silence for her words to sink in. “Dont make me laugh..”
Swiveling on quick hooves, the mare turned back to the pair of Kirins. She glanced them over once more, her tail flicking behind her in thought. “Ill take ya back, no chains required.” She said, a tiny smirk playing across her features as her tentacles curled behind her backside. Her gaze stayed trained on the two Kirin, making it a point to avoid eye contact with the other rogues.
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Post by manabuns on Mar 2, 2017 15:40:40 GMT -6
A gruffaw escaped his muzzle as he listened to the hippocampus retort to the other stallion's words. Tangled tail flickered lazily to the side as he paid her the briefest glance. "Aye, you'd make a rather sizeable profit." He agreed. "Enough a man might be able to lounge on his ass for a bit and find a pretty miss." Grumbled over a breath, voice dismissive of the option. Vague dregs of information pooled up from the back of his mind from the time's he'd spent in the Aodhian port, decidedly sober and not in the taverns with his remaining ear minorly interested in whatever the traders gossiped and bragged about. Kirin's were a rather special weren't they, a grand symbol and a piece of honored history. the idea of slavers selling that kind of symbol into chains and service seemed as abhorrent as the nobles themselves fancying some manual labor. Clever tactic, he grumbled internally.
"Tell me, how is the fair princess these days?" Not bothering to hide the sarcasm which dripped from the royal title, as though it was a mocking moniker."Ya long long way from home, kirins." His attention changed back to the tense equines as his gaze flicked over there scales once more, shifting his weight from his one propped hoof to the other, scarred muscles shifting languidly. The more his mind worked, the more he flip flopped between wanting them for himself, and to simple rile up the rest of them for the sake of amusement. The favor won out, with a side of mirth. "The Oblivion is ready t'make sail at my command, I can take ya too. No fees. No chains."
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